Friday, August 23rd, 2106
Robin messaged me today.
“How’s your cheek?”
I didn’t reply. His skin grew whiter.
When I felt his eyes on my face, I reached up and grabbed my cheek again.
I heard a small gurgle and a shuffle of suit fabric. Robin was next to me before I could bring my hand down.
“I’m sorry, Cadence,” he whispered, his eyes a deep gray.
I ignored him, staring down at my tablet.
“I’m sorry,” he tried again. I stared at him from beneath my lashes to pretend I was still looking down. His hair was a mess, matted and greasy. He obviously had not visited the bathing rooms outside the eating hall for a long time. His face, usually bright and glowing, was sallow and almost lifeless.
I wondered how much he’d eaten in the past few days. It seemed like his juvie suit was too big for him.
I finally looked up at him, and he drew in a shaky breath.
“You really shouldn’t keep Wendy waiting,” I whispered, and went to sit on my bunk.
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Cadence
Teen FictionAugust, 2106 My name is Cadence Fulton. The government wants us to write in our journals every day, and this is mine. Don't judge me for the content, and don't think I'm a bad person. This is my story.
